I have received my first-ever commission: the Blake Journal has asked me to write an essay that imagines how William Blake would respond to one of my own poems. As I told the editor, this is both a dream assignment and a nightmare--just as Blake would prefer it to be, no doubt.

So as of today, I am beginning a new copying project: William Blake's long poem "America." But God knows how I will get anything of the sort accomplished. I still have a pile of editing to finish, plus numerous gigs waiting in the wings, plus housework, plus I am gloomy about yet another of my idiotic money errors. It's very disheartening to be so irredeemably stupid about money, though I'm aware it's even more disheartening to be my husband.